The year is 1988. I am living my relaxed 2 year old baby life including wild activities like sleeping, eating & playing on repeat. Somewhere else in the world Ava Gardner starts her secret conversations with writer Peter Evans about her truly wild years in the Golden Era of Hollywood (1940s-1950s). At that time in her life, Ava is broke. So broke that writing a book with anecdotes about the glamorous, yet not so innocent Hollywood heydays, seems her only way out. This book is not the classic autobiographic book that you might aspect. It’s very honest, but at the same time also very realistic. At the time it was so honest, that Ava herself stopped the book from being published. Ava died in 1990. And it wasn’t until 2012 that her memoirs could be published. Read more